𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 Battle 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬'
ೃ⁀➷" what is wrong loving a devil as long the devil love you the way he loves hell '
Beneath the polished halls of an elite university, a storm brews, its fury waiting to explode.
Rivalries...
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A high-end nightclub, filled with the city's most influential and powerful individuals. In the backrooms, beyond the booming music and flashing lights, serious business is conducted in the shadows. The dim lighting and luxurious décor create an air of exclusivity, where only the most daring and dangerous deals are made.
The man sat uneasily at the table, his fingers drumming nervously on the surface. His eyes darted to the door as it opened, and a figure entered, moving with the quiet confidence of someone who owned the room. The atmosphere grew even heavier, and the man took a moment to steady his breath before speaking.
"Mr. Vansh Rajput," he began, his voice a careful blend of respect and apprehension. He forced a smile that felt more like a mask. "I'm pleased you could meet with me tonight."
He opened the sleek black case on the table, revealing the advanced weaponry inside, polished and gleaming under the low lights. "What you see here represents the finest on the market. With these, you will possess a decisive advantage in any situation you encounter."
Vansh's gaze moved from the case to the dealer, his eyes icy and penetrating. "We've done business before," he said, his voice low and measured. "You're aware of the consequences for anyone who dares to cross me."
The dealer swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Vansh's words. "Absolutely, Mr. Rajput. I wouldn't dream of betraying your trust. My loyalty is unshakeable. These weapons are the best I've ever sourced-because you deserve nothing less than perfection."
Vansh leaned back in his chair, exuding an unsettling calm. "Loyalty." His voice dropped an octave, slow and deliberate. "Loyalty is fragile in this business. If you even think about breaking it..." He paused, his dark eyes locking onto the dealer's. "I'll carve your betrayal into your soul before you ever see the end of it."
The dealer's palms were clammy, and he struggled to maintain his composure. "I comprehend fully, Mr. Rajput. I would never risk your ire. My livelihood-and my very life-depend on your satisfaction with this transaction."
Vansh let the silence stretch uncomfortably long before speaking again. "Good. Remember, once you make a deal with the devil, you never walk away unscathed."
For a long moment, Vansh held the dealer's gaze, allowing the tension in the air to thicken. Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached out, his fingers grazing the surface of the case before flipping it open. His dark eyes scrutinized the contents with unwavering intensity, weighing each detail with precision. Satisfied, he closed the case with a soft yet definitive click, signaling the conclusion of their precarious negotiation.
The dealer, eager to escape the suffocating tension, quickly stood up, gathering his things. But just as he reached for the door, the ground beneath them trembled with a sudden, violent force. A thunderous explosion tore through the air, sending a shockwave rippling through the nightclub. The lights flickered wildly before plunging the room into darkness, broken only by the sporadic flashes of emergency lighting.
